PS 352'1 
.146 P6 
1922 
Copy 1 



POEMS 

SVanleij Kimmel 



SONIA 

184 WesV FourtVt S»rc«t 

Greenwich Vi\\a^« 

N«w York 

C I ^ (a; l.N' T 






C1A676004 



Cof»\jrigWi 1922 
Stan\e\) Ktmmel 



POEMS 



Stanlei) Kimmel 



NOCTIS SILENTIUM 

The dax) Ties buried 'neath a wmtnj ski) 

In cloaks o^ sUence, once verm'iUon; 
TkrougW m'lsh) skredls of fading verdant Ugki 

Selene baVkes wk'ite-Wmbed Endxjm'ion . 
Beside a flaming skield of golden mould 

Tke ancient' Clio grasps a witkered (fuill ; 
Impat'ientli) , wUk quivering kand, ske scrawls. 

Atrolpos softlx) brcatkcs , " Be still , be still I " 

O wkere is ske of Hion*s fallen towers , 

Or Caesar witk kis treasured wealtk and 
fame, 
And ke wko roamed a fabled, m\)stic sea, 

Tkat Libert\j migkt know a sweeter name? 
Are tkcy but as tke dust of Fortune's da\) 

Wken ske strode boldlij tkrougk arckaic 
lands, 
And wedded dcatklcss Immortality, 

Tken Icjt kim witk kcr jewels in kis kands ? 



MELPOMENE 
-To Sarah Truax- 

hm'iA tK« 8f>ark\in^ f\oo<l o^ sWvcr sand , 
WKer« sUeps the desert wrat>t>ed m ve8ta\ 

beams , 
Thou art tK« goddess of \\\z of>a\ streams 
Tkat \a\\ from heaven to this tornd land . 
Like some s^ran^e cadence of a saraband 
Tke droning winds ckant tkeir nomadio themes 
0*cr crouching tents where each bronze Arab 

dreams 
Of Cassim*s go\d and nights in Samarkand . 

Who knows, save h;m whose prison sou\ 

has Med , 
The \one\\j an|uish of these Trappist waWs , 
Or had com{)anionsh'ip with living dead 
Who jeer the da\j and~ chide the night, yjei 

dread 
The coming hour when o*er their serfdom faWs 
The requiem thetj hear in cbistra\ haWs? 

-The Garien cf AUah- 



LAW 

A cKili o{ Custom, whom aW hjranVs fear, 

A gift divWic if Reason guides tktj wax) ; 

But traad not |>ur^\c roads of ^ower bxj da\) , 

Nor staal witW soulUss step into tWc night 

WViera Pit^ gropes unpiticd in tkc sight 

Of those go\d-kings who would b\) pillage live, 

Lest thou hecome a red-exjed fugitive 

When thou the voiee of Anarch\) doth hear. 

Where Lust and Greed hav^ built a vulture 

throne 
The Christ of Justice kneels with bleeding 

head, 
And Kindness is a stranger in that land 
Where Poverhj with Crime walks hand in hand; 
For such mj native soil doth hold her dead- 
Is this m'lna herita|e~oj Washington 7 



LIMONl 

Limonl Limon! wliaV tWriU tkou gavest me 

WKen first I \ooUcd upon tVi\j aUcnt throng, 
Wlicn aU of \\\z \a\j dreaming in the ca\m , 

And nigWV winds m'in^\ed wUW a boatman's 
song I 
WUere onca \\\e greedij Uand of ^)\raVc Spain 

SnaVcWed from VI13 birVWrigUV a dom*inion*s 
go\d, 
Tk«n t>\aczi upjn VVie soW a ^ranV cUw, 

And for some tinse\ed god tU\j franchise so\d . 

Wltat \and can brcaVVic iUe aip republican 

Wbose SUte knee\s low before a papist 
crowned ? 
Is freedom but a gif * of raga\ power 7 

Mast Libertij in scarlet robes be baund? 
VYtiere are tVie warriors of tViij classic daija 

Wrto freed tViec wVicn tbou wcrt a noble 
slave ? 
R-iscl Biboldl Tlie lord of \jestcr^jears 

WW 5 came as UnigVit remains as roxjal knave! 



PENOMBRA 

Before \\\e datj Vter s\eef>\) eijes liave closed 

And Somnus sweef>s her into shadowed 
dreams, 
Let music \\o^\ uj>on \\i\e silenced air 

In one great sijmfjiioni) of dulcet th&mes; 
Let all the Earth resound in eulogi) , 

As Sa|>f>ho sings of some famed hero's 
might, . 
Till Phoebus cro^s his gems all aureate 

And lifeless falls into the arms of Night. 

Pale Sleep, with robes of scented asf>hodels. 

Glides swiftli) on fiast mxjstic twilight folds, 
And steals into the forest's dim recsss 

Where he can woo the gaud\) marigolds; 
The stars peer out with cold and js^^lous eyes 

Upon a timid faun who doth forsake 
Her \ilt)-bed, that she ma\) muse beside 

The moon's proud image mirrored in the 
lake . 



POEMS 



Stanlei) Kimmel 



